I'm not fat,
I have a heavy heart
and a spine of steel,
and too much baggage
for overhead compartments.
I'm not lost,
I forgot my way
-everything-
except where I came from.
I'm not gold,
I pocketed glitter
on the way down
because it could have been
the sun.
I'm not falling,
and neither is the sky,
and neither are the stars.
It was a leap of faith,
but I'm not landing.
It was a leap of faith,
but I'm not crashing.
I'm not light,
but sometimes glitter
falls around me,
and it feels an awful lot
like
flying.
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I had a super weird dream last night featuring all the basics (and some bizarro add-ons like abusive sushi)- but no flying or falling.
Do you fly or fall in your dreams?